It's a part of life, be it very unwanted
Show me a man who's learned these ropes
By ignoring all problems presented
Giving up the right to verify hopes
But now.. We.. Learn.. To receive this.
Before we burn. You must believe this...
We got something for free. We got something for us
Something to take heart and to gain trust
Now we got nothing to show for all we have done
So if this is the end I've just begun
A method of coming terms. a practical choice. a desperate attempt at making sense of words spoken without a voice
It's a part of life, always very unwanted
Show me a woman who's learned these ropes
You can ignore all the problems presented
And give up on all your hopes
But remember the choice was yours
But remember the choice was yours
If this is the end
Of all that you made
And of all the good you've done
And all that you have saved
If this is the end
Of all the sense you made
And of all the good you've done
And all that you have saved
It can be feared that your part in this has been ignored by all
but yourself
It can be feared that ships will sink when you put your feelings on the shelf
So take these words and sail them to a place of ashes and broken bones
Cause your time here has come to conflict with that of my own
Just don't forget, the choice
When the end pours
Always remember, the choice was yours
